Don't you love sunshine in winter, strange cities, pictures, pictures of another age, pictures which take your thoughts back into another world, architecture that is not utilitarian, the faces of human beings on whom the strain of life has never fallen?
And women--women whose eyes will laugh into yours, who haven't a single view in life, who don't care a fig about improving their race, who want just love, to give and to take ?" She gazed at him in astonishment, a little carried away, her eyes soft, her lips parted.
"But you have turned pagan!" she cried.
"An instant's revolt against the methodism of life," he replied, his feet once more upon the earth.

"But the feeling's there, all the same," he went on doggedly.

"I want to leave school.

I have been there so long.

It seems to me my holiday is overdue." She passed her arm through his.